Matt and Andy sat on the edge of the bed; Matt on Andy’s left. They were
playing John Madden’s NFL on the Nintendo. Angela and Krystan strolled
in casually, and Angela knelt onto the bed behind Andy.

“Let’s do something,” Angela said. “Let’s go
swim or something.”

“Not now,” Andy said, “we’re busy.”

“You’re not that busy.”

Andy turned to his nine-year-old opponent. “Hey Matt, did you know that
these old Nintendos came with a sister control option.”

Matt glanced at him and laughed, then turned back to the game.

“No, dude,” seriously, Andy insisted. “I’ll show you.
You just gotta know the right sequence of buttons.”

“No, Andy,” Angela said, baking off the bed. “Not the controller!”

Matt glanced back at Andy again, his mouth slipping into a lopsided grin.

“Watch this,” Andy said. “Left three times, right two times,
left three times, right two times, then ‘X’” his long fingers
pressed each button emphatically as he called out the sequence. “And now,
my Nintendo control will work on my sister. All I have to do is speak into the
front of the control and she does exactly what I say.”

Angela stood up stiffly, and then walked, glassy-eyed to stand before them
at the foot of the bed.

Andy held up the controller again and spoke into it. “Angela, kneel down
and kiss my feet.”

Matt laughed out loud. But then Angela knelt down in front of Andy, and bending
forward, kissed his feet.

“Try it,” Andy encouraged.

Matt glanced back over his shoulder at his sister.

“Matt. Don’t you dare!” Krystan warned.

Matt wasn’t sure yet what the game was, but he thought he might like
it. With a wicked grin, he turned to Andy. “Left three times?” he
asked.

“Left three times, right two times, left three times, right two times,
then ‘X’” Andy repeated, and Matt pressed the buttons accordingly.
“Now try it.”

“Krystan,” Matt said into the controller. “Come over here
and kiss my feet.” Then he looked back at his sister expectantly.

Just like Angela had done before her, Krystan walked woodenly around to the
foot of the bed. She knelt down, and bending over, kissed Matt’s shoes.

Matt turned to Andy and laughed delightedly.

Andy winked and held his game controller up to his mouth. “Angela, stand
up.”

Angela stood back up.

“Tell Krystan to stand, too,” Andy suggested.

“OK,” he said and held up his contoller. “Krystan, stand
up.”

Krystan stood. Both girls kept their glassy-eyed looks, which impressed Andy.
He was having trouble keeping a straight face.

“Angela, face Krystan,” Andy said into his controller.

Angela turned to face Krystan.

Andy nudged Matt and nodded at Matt’s controller. Matt lifted it to his
mouth. “Krystan, turn to face Angela.”

“Now,” Andy said, “Angela, kiss Krystan.”

Matt’s head jerked up and he laughed uncertainly.

Angela kissed Krystan and then stood back.

“Now, Angela,” Andy said, “really kiss Krystan.”

Angela stepped up to Krystan once more, and putting a hand behind her back,
pulled their bellies together. She covered Krystan’s mouth with her own
and probed into the younger girl’s mouth with her tongue.

Matt’s mouth dropped.

Krystan responded, placing her hands behind Angela’s back, and when she
did, the back of Angela’s shirt rose and Matt noticed the bottom of Angela’s
butt. It looked bare.

Matt swallowed hard. “Krystan,” he said in almost a whisper. Then
he remembered his controller and held it up to his mouth. “Krystan,”
he said. “Lift up Angela’s shirt.”

Without breaking the kiss, Krystan pulled up the back of Angela’s shirt.
The shirt was all that Angela had on and Matt leaned almost into Andy’s
lap trying to see her bare butt..

Andy grinned. “Angela,’ Andy said, lifting the controller to his
mouth. “Step back and pull off your shirt.”

The girls stepped apart and faced forward. Angela managed to remain expressionless
as she took off her shirt. Andy was watching Matt from the corner of his eye.
Krystan was watching him, too. They saw his mouth drop and his eyes grow large
as they locked on to Angela’s middle.

“I’ve got a beautiful sister, don’t I?” Andy said.

Angela grinned for a moment, though Andy didn’t know whether that was
because he called her his sister, or because he called her beautiful. He turned
to Matt, whose tongue almost hung out of his mouth. “You have a beautiful
sister, too, Matt,” Andy said.

Matt nodded, not really paying attention.

“Dude,” Andy whispered, poking Matt with is elbow. “Have
Krystan take off her shirt, too.”

Matt tore his eyes from Angela and looked up at Andy for a moment, not comprehending.
Then his eyes flashed to Krystan’s T-shirt, dropped back to Angela’s
middle, and then went back to Krystan’s body. He avoided catching Krystan’s
eye.

Slowly, Matt lifted the controller to his mouth. “Krystan, take off your
shirt,” he said in a shaky voice.

Krystan pulled off her shirt and stood as naked as Angela.

Matt’s eyes locked onto his sister’s crotch, then rose to her newly
budding breasts. His face was flush. He was breathing through his mouth. Hard.

“Angela,” Andy said into his controller, “come put your foot
up beside me on the bed so I can look at you.”

Angela stepped up to Andy and put her foot up onto the bed to his right so
that her crotch was open, not only to him, but to Matt on his left.

Andy reached up and stroked Angela’s labia with his fingertips. Matt’s
eyes bulged from his head.

Stroking his sister’s labia, and into her crevice, Andy turned to Matt
and nodded toward Krystan who smiled at Andy, but quickly suppressed it.

Not raising his eyes from Krystan’s crotch, Matt lifted the controller
to his mouth. His high, boy’s voice came out even higher. “Krystan.
Come put your foot up here,” he patted the bed beside his left leg,”
and let me look at you.”

Krystan came forward and did just that.

Matt still wouldn’t look at her face, but focused instead, between her
legs. He did the way Andy had done with his sister and lifted his fingertips
to the lips of Krystan’s labia. “Oh,” he murmured. “it’s
so soft.”

Matt drew his finger down her crevice and finally shot a glance up at his sister.
Her eyes were closed… she looked like she liked it. Feeling with
his fingers, he leaned toward Andy. “Where’s the hole?” he
whispered.

“Down at the bottom, between her legs,” Andy said. He reached over,
taking the back the nine-year-old boy’s hand into his, and he guided Matt’s
index finger to the bottom of Krystan’s slit. “Here,” he whispered.

Matt pressed in with his fingertip and felt the moist membrane lining of his
sister’s vagina. He wiggled his fingertip and felt her opening.

“Angela,” Andy said into his controller. “Step back.”

She did, and Andy stood up. Matt glanced at him and his eyes dropped to the
front of Andy’s shorts; they were tenting out.

“Now, Angela,” Andy said. “Push my shorts down.”

Angela stepped up to him, and pushed Andy’s shorts down off his hips,
and then down over his cock. It sprang up and free like a long stick from between
his legs… and Andy’s shorts dropped to the floor.

Without thinking about what he was doing – not after what they were doing
already – Matt kept his left hand between his sister’s legs and
reached out with his right hand to close his fingers over Andy’s cock.
He ran his fingers over it, staring at it. “It’s soft, too,’
he murmured, feeling over Andy’s crown. He squeezed the shaft. “And
really stiff.”

Matt lifted Andy’s heavy looking balls. The skin of Andy’s scrotum
was soft and moist looking. Matt held it in his open palm and Andy’s two,
egg-shaped testicles splayed out right and left over his hand.

She did and looked up and Andy, not bothering to suppress a smile this time.

“Angela,” Andy said into the controller. “Suck my cock.”

Matt quit breathing.

Angela lifted Andy’s balls in her open right hand; she took Andy’s
shaft in the fingers of her left. And then she bent forward, closing her mouth
over Andy’s crown. She swallowed half his shaft, pulled back, and then
swallowed even more.

Matt gasped.

“Matt,” Andy whispered, his head lolling. “Tell Krystan to
take your clothes off you.”

Matt glanced up at Krystan whose eyes were locked on Andy’s cock.

Matt swallowed and lifted the controller to his mouth. “Krystan…
step back,” he said.

Krystan stepped back and Matt stood uncertainly. He lifted the controller to
his mouth. “Take my… take my shirt off,” he whispered.

Krystyn took the bottom of Matt’s shirt in her hands and lifted it up
and over his head. When she had it off, Matt stood still, his little belly heaving
with his heavy breath. He looked small, though solidly built for a nine-year-old.
He had little muscles that showed in his belly, chest, and shoulders.

Matt lifted the controller to his mouth, but his breath was coming fast and
heavy; almost like an asthma attack. Krystan didn’t wait for him to tell
her. She knelt and pulled off his shoes, and then she stood and unfastened his
shorts, moving with the rough determination of an almost-eleven-year-old girl
who’d been wanting to see her brother with his cock hard. She pushed his
shorts and his boxers down off his hips and all three of them looked at Matt’s
cock as it sprang free. It was shorter than Rave’s but thicker, and had
a big pink crown on the end like a little helmet. It pointed out straight ahead
at Krystan’s crotch.

Krystan closed her fingers over it; her eyes locked onto it. Matt clutched
her arm, steadying himself. He glanced at Andy and at Angela who was still sucking
Andy’s cock.

“Dude,” Andy whispered and nodded at the controller.

Matt lifted it, dumbly. He held it up to his mouth. “Krystan,”
he said, barely breathing, “please suck my dick,”

Krystan quickly dropped to her knees in front of her brother and lifted her
hand to his balls. She studied a moment and then looked up at her brother with
a smile. “I like your dick, Matty,” she whispered. Pressing
her fingertips up to his perineum, she pulled his middle forward and Matt’s
cock into her open mouth.

He felt her warm breath on his shaft first. And then her lips closed, almost
at the base of his cock. He felt her mouth close on him; her tongue under his
shaft… and his knees went weak. Her nose touched his belly, and he felt
her tongue extend to lick under his balls; he shuddered.

Laying his hands on both sides of her blond head, he could barely breathe as
she began to bob on him.

Andy watched, and Angela watched from the corner of her eye.

Krystan warmed to the task; licking, sucking, bobbing and twisting her head.
The room was quiet except for the girls’ nasal breathing and the soft
sounds of licking and sucking. Then Matt began whimpering without realizing
it.

Andy reached over and rubbed a soothing palm over Matt’s bare shoulder
and down his back. And then because Rave had turned him on to boys’ bodies,
Andy ran his palm down onto Matt’s small tight butt.

Matt glanced up at him, looking completely mindless.

Because of Angela’s mouth, Andy felt pretty mindless himself, but he
gave the back of Matt’s neck a calming squeeze. “And now…”
Andy whispered. He picked up the controller. “Angela, lie down on your
back and spread your legs for me.

Angela pulled off and lay back on the floor. She pulled up her knees and spread
her legs out to the sides, and Andy dropped to his knees at her bottom. Through
a sexual haze, Matt’s eyes were drawn to Angela’s slit, and to her
pink labia. His mouth was completely dry.

Andy angled Angela and himself so Matt could see better. He reached into the
pocket of his shorts which were close by and pulled out Angela’s KY jelly.
“This makes it slicker to go in,” he explained.

Andy squeezed some onto his fingers and then spread it over his cock, wiping
the last into Angela’s crevice. He rubbed her there. Angela’s eyes
closed and her hips moved under Andy’s hand.

Andy spread his own knees wider, lowering his hips and cock. “It goes
here,” Andy said quietly, pointing the end of his cock into the bottom
of Angela’s slit. He pressed in and Matt saw its entire, long length slowly
vanish up into Angela.

Andy pulled back, and his dick looked really slick. He pushed in; and then
out; and then in. He glanced up at Matt. “The rest is up to you, dude,”
he said, and then he lay down onto Angela. She wrapped her arms and legs over
him, and Andy began to pump his hips; his small butt clenching and clenching.
Their bodies moved together, and their pelvises met over and over; each time
making little squishing noises.

Matt looked down at Krysatn’s head, bobbing on his cock. It felt so good.
But he wanted to do what Andy and Angela were doing. He really wanted
to do that.

He lifted the controller to his mouth. “Krystan,” he said in a
hoarse voice, “lie on your back and spread your legs.”

Krystan didn’t hesitate. She lay back on the floor and pulled her knees
up and out. She was no taller than Matt. Her slender little body was rounder
and softer than Angela’s. The little buds of her breasts looked firm.
Her labia were puffier, pinker. Her hips were moving and even a nine-year-old
boy could tell she was ready. So was he. Matt wanted badly to stick his peter
into those puffy labia.

Awkwardly, Matt knelt down onto the floor at her bottom and reached for the
tube of KY that lay close to Andy and Angela’s thrashing bodies.

He studied it. He opened it carefully. He spread some gel onto his finger tips,
rubbing it between his fingers.

Krystan sat up and their eyes met. “I’ll do it,” she whispered.
She took the tube and spread some onto her fingers. Then she spread it onto
her brother’s cock and then into her crevice. She grabbed Matt’s
thick little cock at the base with her thumb and a finger and tugged it toward
her slit as she laid back.

Working together, they got him to the right spot. He pushed in and felt the
soft, warmth of her vagina snuggly sheath his cock; his cock that never felt
so long and hard.

Krystan pulled up her knees. Matt lay down on her, stretching his small torso
up her body so that his face was almost over hers. “Oh, wow,” he
whispered breathlessly. She nodded. They watched each other’s eyes as
his hips began to pump.

Then Krystan slid her fingers into her brother’s hair and pulled his
lips down to hers. They kissed, and suddenly, his whole body started shaking,
and his breath grew instantly raspy. His body shuddered and it felt like something
hot and alive lit up like a wire from his insides and down his cock. “Aaah!”
he cried out.

“Just take it slow,” Matt heard Andy say. He looked over. Andy
and Angela were wrapped in each other’s arms. They were watching him while
Andy slowly circled his hips.

“You just had an orgasm, dude,” Andy said. Just take it slow until
your cock head isn’t so sensitive and you’ll be good to go again.

That was fine for Andy to say, but Krystan was still moving. Matt looked back
down at her. She took his head into both hands and pulled his mouth to hers
and spread her legs wider, grinding her pelvis up against him. Her mouth opened,
her tongue probed between his lips. And Matt opened his mouth to hers.

“How about a soda?” Rave asked as the two shirtless boys popped
up to the sidewalk in front of Rave’s house.

“Sure,” Neal answered, picking up his skateboard.

They stepped inside, setting their skateboards down inside the door. “Where
is everybody?” Neal asked.

:”Probably playing Andy’s video game.”

“He’s just got an old Nintendo, right?” Neal asked.

Rave shrugged. “It’s not bad,” he said, leading the way back
toward his and Andy’s room.

He followed Rave down the hall and into the bedroom. Rave stepped up beside
the end of the bed, looking down at something on the floor. Neal saw feet sticking
out beyond the bed and he heard rhythmic squishing sounds. Neal came up alongside
Rave.

And then he gasped. There were four naked kids, bodies writhing on the floor.
It took him a moment to figure out what he was seeing. Andy was screwing Rave’s
sister, Angela. It took him a moment longer to recognize the boy and girl screwing
to their left, but then he did; it was Matt and his sister, Kyrstan. Next to
the couples on the floor lay two Nintendo game controllers.

They watched them, speechless for moment, and then Rave turned to Neal with
a grin. “I bet your Xbox doesn’t do this.”

Neal looked at him, and shook his head dumbly, unconsciously rubbing his cock
through his shorts.

Rave kicked off his shoes and started to unfasten his pants. “Wanna join
‘em?” he asked.

Immediately, Neal kicked off his shoes as well and the two of them pushed down
and stepped out of their pants at the same time. Their eyes went to each other’s
cocks. Neal’s was as long as Rave’s.

Neal closed his hand around Rave’s and grinned at him. “We’re
studs, dude.”

They stroked each other, watching the couples on the floor. Then Neal’s
eyes rose again to Rave’s. “You ever suck cocks with another guy?”
Neal asked.

Rave grinned. Neal grinned back.

Rave nodded toward the bed and they climbed up on it, and quickly arranged
themselves into a sixty-nine. Rave could tell immediately, Neal had been sucking
cocks with somebody because he was good at it.

When Rave came, Neal pulled off and let Rave work on him. But Rave stayed hard
and his cock waved in front of Neal’s face. So by the time Neal came,
he was sucking Rave again. Rave pulled off, giving Neal’s cock only a
short rest before plunging on again.

They heard the couples on the floor talking, but didn’t pay attention.
Nor did they really notice when the four of them left the room with glances
toward the bed. Neal came a second time before Rave came again. They were good
at sucking; at least for each other. And with the resiliency of preteens, they
went again.

The four of them walked into the kitchen naked; Krystan followed by Matt followed
by Angela followed by Andy. Angela went to the refrigerator and handed out sodas
to them all.

Sipping his cola, his black hair hanging perfectly down to the back of his
shoulders as if he hadn’t just sexed, Andy backed blond Krystan to the
kitchen counter; his legs coming between hers so that his dangling, semi-erect
cock pressed into her slit. He set the soda can down onto the counter and gazed
into her eyes.

He had watched her with her brother. And he remembered his times with her.
She liked sex. And now that she was going to be doing it with Matt, he didn’t
want her to stop doing it with him. And because at twelve, he was still a resilient
preteen himself, he held her by the ribs, kissed her, and his cock began to
stiffen, pushing up between her legs.

As they kissed, Krystan set her soda down on the counter and wrapped her arms
over Andy’s shoulders. Matt watched, and his cock, never having gone completely
soft, now rose to horizontal.

Angela leaned back on the counter beside them, watching. So Matt set his drink
down on the kitchen table and stepped up to Angela, his cock pointing right
at her crevice. He looked at her flat chest; at her nipples that were a little
larger than his or Andy’s, and he put his fingertip on her left one. His
eyes met hers, and his eyebrows rose in a question.

Angela was a girl, and not inclined to let every boy who wanted to, stick his
cock inside her. But she was also an eleven-year-old girl, and she
liked Matt. In answer to his unspoken question, she took his cock into her hand
and began rubbing the crown in her slit.

Next to them, Andy had moved his hips to one side and was caressing Krystan’s
labia with his hand while they kissed. She moaned and her legs parted. He turned
her around to face the cabinet, and she rested her hands on it, butt back. Bending
his knees and grabbing his shaft in one hand, Andy angled his cock up into her
slit.

Matt watched Andy’s long, thin cock disappear between her labia and raise
her up onto her toes. Then Andy bent over her, conforming his body to hers.
He reached under her and cupped her two budding breasts and began to pump from
his hips.

Matt knew he wasn’t as long as Andy and Angela was taller than Krystan.
He wondered if he would be able to do it the same way Andy was when Angela backed
him to a kitchen chair.

He sat down on it. With her eyes on his upward pointing cock, Angela straddled
the chair and angling her pelvis forward, she lowered herself onto him.

Rave and Neal rested on their backs, each of them with a hand on the other’s
side.

“That was awesome, Dude,” Neal said.

“Way awesome.”

“You like sexing as much as I do,” Neal observed.

“Who do you sex with?” Rave asked.

Neal shrugged. “Mostly just Howie. He’s thirteen and lives down
the street. He taught me how to suck cocks last summer in his clubhouse. And
Troy... you met him at the party. He’s eight… the little guy with
brown hair. Who do you sex with?”

“Mostly my cousin and my sister,” Rave said, honestly. There didn’t
seem much point in hiding the incest; not after Matt did Krystan and Andy did
Angela right in front of them.

“He’s hot too… for a guy, that is… well actually…
he’s really hot for a guy.”

“Yeah,” Rave said. “But he’s really cool, too. You
know?’

“You said mostly those two,” Neal observed.

“Huh?”

“”You said you sexed mostly with your cousin and sister.
So who else?”

Rave lifted his head and glanced at Neal.

“Well?” Neal asked, expectantly.

“You said you really like sexing?” Rave asked.

“Yeah,” Neal answered with a grin.

“And you’re cool with a guy doing his sister?”

“Yeah,” Neal answered, and just to assure Rave that he wouldn’t
be shocked by whoever Rave said he was doing, Neal added, “I just wish
my sister was old enough.”

“She’s old enough,” Rave said, laying his head back down.

“Nah, she’s only seven.”

“That’s old enough,” Rave observed.

“Nah, you don’t know my sister.”

“Yeah,” Rave said quietly. “I do.”

Neal was quiet a moment and then sat bolt-upright. “You did Lindsay?”

“Don’t get pissed,” Rave said, scooting back.

Neal bit his lip, and then looked down at his lap. “Not getting’
pissed dude. I’m getting’ hard again.” He looked back up at
Rave. “How’d you do it… when did you do it?”

++++++

Kyle had managed to stick with Jason all day, the two of them shirtless after
lunch, and now he followed Jason into the older boy’s tent for a short
afternoon nap. All the guys were sleepy.

Jason zipped up the screen door, and they kicked off their shoes. First Jason
lay down on his sleeping bag, his head back on his pillow. Then Kyle chose to
lay at an angle to him, his head back on Jason’s belly.

“Are we still going to hang together when we get home?” Kyle asked
thoughtfully.

Jason laughed and his belly jiggled Kyle’s head. “Yeah, I think
we’ll all keep hanging together ‘cause all of us like sexing each
other.”

“No,” Kyle said quietly. “I mean, will you and me hang together?”

Jason lifted his head, glancing at the smaller boy. Kyle was staring up at
the tent ceiling.

“Do you want to?” Jason asked, laying his head back down.

“Yeah, sure,” Kyle said, rolling onto his side so that the side
of his face lay on the bare skin of Jason’s belly and he was looking up
toward Jason’s chest and throat and jaw. And for the first time, he noticed
fine golden hairs up the mid-seam of Jason’s stomach.

Jason took a deep breath. “I’ve always hung with Andy, and I seriously
miss the dude. But I’m like… wanting to hang with you and with Richard,
too, when we get back.

Kyle drew a fingertip up over the fine hairs on Jason’s belly, and the
muscles there quivered. “I’m your Tener. You gotta let me hang with
you.”

Jason chuckled.

“I mean it!” Kyle said determinedly. “I’m like your
Tener.” The he grinned. “I’m your boy-toy, and you’re
my old guy. We’re supposed to take care of each other.”

Jason laughed and rubbed the top of Kyle’s head with his hand. And then
because of the things they’d been doing that week, and because of the
things he’d been thinking, he wanted to talk. He didn’t think about
the wisdom of spilling his guts to a ten-year-old; at least not to Kyle…
he was, after all, his Tener.”

“If I tell you something that I’ve never told anybody, will you
promised not to tell anyone?”

“I promise,” Kyle said, wiggling his finger back down the hairs
on Jason’s belly.

“I’m gay,” Jason said quietly.

Kyle thought that over while he played with Jason’s belly. “How
do you know?” he asked.

“I’ve always been that way. I’ve always liked looking at
boys and stuff.”

“Are us guys all gay because we’ve been cornholing and stuff?”
Kyle asked, burrowing with his finger into Jason’s navel. Jason’s
gut tightened.

“No,” Jason said. “At least… I don’t think so.”

Kyle circled his finger in Jason’s belly button.

“I’ve never told anybody this,” Jason said. “But
like, if you think you wanna hang with me, I wanted to tell you… I…
I just wanted to tell you.”

“Does Andy know?” Kyle asked, taking his finger from Jason’s
navel and smelling it. Then he laid his hand flat on Jason’s belly and
rubbed.

“I never told Andy. But he knows I like looking at boys and
stuff.”

“Is he gay?” Kyle asked.

“No,” Jason said, coming his fingers through Kyle’s hair.
“I don’t think so. But he did finally say we could try sexing together.
We were gonna do it at this camp.”

“Bummer he’s not here.”

“No shit,” Jason agreed. He took another deep breath. “I’ve
been crushing on that dude a long time.”

Jason lifted his head. “Come up here,” he said, tugging Kyle up
his body.

When Kyle’s face was beside his on the pillow, Jason smiled, laid his
palm on Kyle’s belly, and then kissed him. “We’ll hang together,
dude,” he said quietly.

Kyle grinned and laid his palm on the side of Jason’s face. And then
stroking Jason’s cheek with his thumb, Kyle closed his eyes to sleep.

++++++

The young Walgreen’s clerk saw them out in front of the store; two boys
on skateboards and a boy who was a year or two older, on a bicycle. They first
caught her eye because the two on skateboards were shirtless and flesh caught
her eye. But then she saw they were just kids. Still… they were cute boys,
even if a little young.

The two with long black hair had to be brothers. They looked like
older and younger clones of each other. The older one came in alone and smiled
as he passed by her register. Then he paused, reading the signs over the aisles.
She was distracted by another customer, and when she was done it took her a
moment or two to locate him once more. He was going up and down aisles as if
looking for something. She thought about offering to help, but then other customers
came up.

And then he was in line, waiting to be the last. When he finally stood at the
register, he put six boxes, each containing a large tube of KY, down onto the
counter. He’d been carrying them in a tabloid magazine which he set aside.
“I don’t need the magazine,” he said.

The clerk was shocked, and it took her a moment to recover. Could she sell
KY to a kid? Six tubes? She wanted to ask what on earth he needed them
for, but they were trained not to ask questions like that. She examined one
of the boxes. It said nothing about age limits. Somewhat reluctantly, she rang
them up.

The boy paid in cash and then left the store. Once outside, the other two boys
quickly came up to him, and three heads bent over the bag he carried.

The manager, a young man not much older than herself came up alongside. “Did
that kid buy six tubes of KY?” he asked.

She nodded.

“I was afraid he would try to steal them,” the manager explained,
watching through the window as the boys left the front of the store.

“It didn’t say anywhere on the box that you can’t sell them
to kids,” she said defensively.

“Nah,” the manager shook his head. “It was OK to sell them.”

Her face screwed up in thought. “What do kids that age need with KY?”
she asked.

The manager shrugged. “Boys that age… they play around. They’re
probably shagging each other.”

“Six boxes?” she said with a frown. “They gotta be shagging
the whole neighborhood; dogs and cats, too.” Then a grin broke out on
the clerk’s face. “So when you were that age…”
she started to ask.

“Get back to work,” the manager said with a frown, walking away.

+

“I know this sounds crazy,” Cheryl said, apologetically, “but
could you set up the cameras in my house tonight? Because my kids are all sleeping
over at other houses, and I don’t want them to know that the cameras are
there; at least not yet.

Richard Gonzales smiled. “Not a problem. We get requests like this all
the time. I don’t normally schedule my crew on Friday nights, however.
He mulled it over. Cheryl was a remarkably attractive young woman… at
least attractive to him. He was married, though, and had only cheated on his
wife when he was away on trips; never when he was home.

He smiled. After all, who wouldn’t want to please such a beautiful woman?
“It shouldn’t take long. I’ll do it myself.”

Cheryl smiled gratefully.

“But you don’t want to set up cameras here in your shop yet?”
he asked, confirming.

Cheryl shook her head. “It’s so expensive. Let’s just do
only the house for now.”

Richard nodded and chewed the end of his pen. What was she worried that her
kids were doing, he wondered. She didn’t look old enough to have teenagers.
But if she did, then she’d probably want a cameral over each bed and couch
in the house. He made a mental note to bring plenty of cameras.

++++++

“And you’re sure these won’t wash off?” Kyle asked
the teen behind the counter at the trading post a second time.

Denver, who had been waiting for Kyle to leave, went directly to the containers
of cocoanut butter. They had gotten a new order in, and in fact, had stocked
a larger size as well now. Denver grinned, and grabbed two of the larger containers.

++++++

Neal had asked him to sleepover at his house with Rave and Andy. But Matt declined.
He was just as glad to stay home that night anyway. What with Angela sleeping
over with Krystan, Matt would rather be at his own house.

+

Neal was disappointed that Lindsay was at Jenny’s house when he cmae
home. He started to go over there, but his dad told him to stick around. When
Lindsay finally did show up, Jenny was with her, so he didn’t try to say
anything just then to Lindsay about what Rave told him.

But then, when he was playing with his Xbox and the girls came into the room,
and Lindsay asked what time Rave was coming over, Neal put his hand on her arm
and pulled her close to his chair. “Rave told me about you and him,”
he said. “He told me what you guys did.”

Lindsay frowned. “Are you mad?” she asked.

“No,” Neal said, realizing that his look had been serious. He smiled
encouragingly. “When Rave comes over tonight, we wanted to both do stuff
with you.” He nodded toward Jenny and whispered. “What are we going
to do about Jenny.”

“Jenny wants to play too,” Lindsay whispered back with a grin.
“We’ve already been playing together.”

Neal’s eyes went wide. “You have? How?”

Lindsay leaned her mouth to Neal’s ear and whispered excitedly. “We
get naked and lay on the bed and play with each other’s pee-pee and we
lick each other at the same time… like Rave and Larry did with their penises.”

“Oh, wow,” Neal murmured. His hand went unconsciously to his crotch.

Lindsay noticed. “Is your penis hard and pointy?” she asked in
a whisper.

He nodded, and Lindsay reached into his lap to feel over his hardness. She
motioned Jenny over. “His penis is pointy,” she whispered. “Like
it told you.” Lindsay tugged at Neal’s waistband. “Show her
Neal.”

Neal glanced back at the door. Keeping his back to it, he opened his fly and
fished his erection out of his boxers. It pointed up from his lap. “Oh,
cool,” Lindsay said. “Yours is long like Rave’s.”

She closed her fingers over it and felt its hardness and soft skin. “Feel
it, Jenny,” she said.

Jenny was a small seven-year-old like Lindsay. She had a little girl’s
body and wore her deep brown hair in pigtails. Tentatively, she reached into
Neal’s lap and felt over his erection, her eyes large.

“When Rave comes,” Lindsay said. “he can all play together.”
Then she tugged Jenny’s arm and the girls left his bedroom before Neal
could think to say, “Don’t stop!”

+

Neal’s dad, Brandon, answered the door and ushered the two boys in with
his hand on Andy’s back. “Neal’s back in his room,”
Brandon told Rave. His hand still on Andy’s back, he guided the boy to
the living room. “I’m glad you brought your guitar,” he said.

The boy only came to Brandon’s chest in height. And Andy was only twelve,
Brandon kept reminding himself. But there was something undeniably sexy about
Andy. And the kid was just so damned beautiful. Brandon was glad he came.

+

Cheryl answered the door in shorts and a loose blouse. Richard Gonzales, his
arms full of equipment, smiled. “Are you ready for me?” he asked.